Apple released its newest iPhone a few weeks ago. The new one has extended battery life, a better camera, and a retractable arm that will drive your car while you sleep. (Full disclosure: I didn’t have time to read up on all the news specs, so I’m just making assumptions.)
I’ve been trying to get my mom to upgrade her phone for years now because I’m pretty sure her cell service provider is Western Union. She’s finally come to a reluctant acceptance that cell phones are a necessary component of participating in 21st-century society. Unfortunately, she chooses to do so with a 20th-century cell phone. Her flip phone comes complete with those two unmarked buttons on top of the number pad that seem to perform all the functions without regard to ease of use. I’d forgotten how hard it was to text on those phones; each message required we press “7” four times just to get to the letter “S.” Small wonder it took longer to text a message than to hop on a train and scream it through someone’s window.